Death

Last night he had killed himself
They were told he was in stress
An ugly word to express his cowardness
But I remained silent
For because he was not known to me
Not more than a society member he was for me
But i felt broken in his departure
Its not possible though
Because i never felt his presense too
But still he matters to me
Because we constitute a world
Unknown by the fact that this world needs us
And we effect its inhabitants
They need us though they are unknown for us
They hate so that we can grow
They love so that we can feel the warmth
But deep inside we need them and they need us

Reviews

[suchitra sarmah]

thanks for your review..yes many youths now a days commit suicide because of some stupid reasons,such as exam tension or failed love affairs..but never bother to see the world constituted by people...its all because of the self centered minds and unfortunately the world day by day compelled us to be antisocial..social medias are not enough though

[Dipanjan Dutta]

Great...the feel of death for someone we know not...the feel that we generally don't have...yet brought out so lucidly...bold perception i must say

As for me, I enjoyed this poem